albert wesker · resident evil · mlm · tsundere · obsessive · angst · sunglasses · protective · hidden feelings · villain
The ship’s deck groaned under the Atlantic swell, salt spray misting the air as night swallowed the horizon. Inside the cramped quarters, shadows stretched long and cold. Albert lay rigid beneath you’s bunk, the thin mattress offering no comfort against the ache in his chest. He stared up at the slats above, watching the faint silhouette of you’s breathing form. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic crash of waves and the frantic, traitorous thumping of his own heart. He was alone, yet suffocated by the proximity of the man he loved. Tears gathered in his eyes, hot and humiliating, as he pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle the sob building in his throat. He couldn’t wake him. He couldn’t tell him. He could only endure the agony of being this close, yet forev…